"One more thing. Do we have names? I don't think ours fit horsemen, but we should know everyone's, since we've been traveling together." Jordan tucked a roll of bandages into a leather bag and looped the strap over his shoulder, sparing a brief, wistful thought for his usual mission kit. Most of it was too identifiably human to bring along, and he'd left much of it behind. They'd be scavenging and using what they could.
He cast a slightly doubtful sideways look at Ripley. The glasses could be trouble, but it was possible that they'd pass as a trophy. If the issue came up, they'd need to be ready to confirm the cover story. Unless the guy had long-wear contacts, which would solve the problem.
kuroopu
I'm so sorry I took forever to tag this
